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Thursday, 7 May 2020

All gathered round the Norman tower


All gathered round the Norman tower


by Christopher Mathews



All gathered round the Norman tower,
the sandstone sheep now sleep,
some clothed in moss from waiting long,
whose names are lost through wind and storm,
but never do they bleat.

They graze alone in silence,
on the soil that they once fed,
deaf to us, who weep looking on,
listening for that trumpet call,
from him who raised the dead.

Oblivious of visitors,
who stand on feet of clay,
don’t weep for me, we both shall be
together in the grave.

Planted by a love one,
some centuries ago,
sewn in hope to rise again
when Christ will come,
that living stone
and gather them for his own.

The flock is all deserted now,
the shepherds all have gone,
the prayers and hymns of joyful ones
that shook the beams with happy songs,
all have turned to stone.


The church is all in darkness now,
no living sheep will stir,
the candles all are blackened,
stained-glass windows rattle,
but no living voice is heard.

The bells don’t sound or call aloud
her worshipers to come,
she stands alone stock still like stone,
and no one ever comes,
her race is all but run.

Her name was written in doomsday,
a thousand years ago
St Mary's Church of Buttsbury,
the name that she once bore
but some fool has written ‘Ichabod,’
and scrawled it on the door.



© Copyright Christopher Mathews

7 comments:

  1. Sounds very eerie and mysterious.Very well written Chris.

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  2. Very atmospheric - I love the 'sandstone sheep'.

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  3. Your interpretation of the visual landscape brings a new perspective to a familiar scene. Well worth reading.

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  4. Very enjoyable read Chris. Be nice to see more from you.

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  5. Wonderfully descriptive Chris.

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  6. Enjoyed your poem and accompanying picture
    Shelley

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  7. really liked this and the pic.

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